| Dragon's Throat Soldier |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.4 :: 4 |
| FennecFyre |
Aryel (December)
"Wait...what the--"
Aryel had stepped back once Dakini did, noting with grim satisfaction that her leg was at an odd angle, the faint mark of a hoofprint standing out on her flank like a brand of soil. A smirk curled her lips as the mare railed at her, pain easy to see in her feverish gaze.
But Aryel hadn't gotten out unscathed, either. She noted her own injuries as the adrenaline buzz receded, leaving burning pain all over. Bruises and cuts all down her neck and chest, and a nasty one on her left cheek. But worst was the puncture wound from Dakini's horn, which trickled blood onto the ground. It wasn't good in the least to be a lone, injured horse, or any prey animal. Cougars, wolves, bears, they all knew the scent of blood and would be drawn flies to a carcass. Of course, none of them could fly, but it was going to be a slow, painful flight and trek home.
Aryel tilted her head as Dakini promised that she would get her for good the next time they met. "Maybe." she said. "But you won't ever forget the time an 'airhead', one you considered inferior, reduced you to a limping, screaming, mess. I certainly won't." She wasn't sure if she could consider herself the clear victor, though. The fight had been short, but brutal, and Dakini hadn't technically yielded. Still, she would remember this incident with satisfaction.
Her smile slipped slightly as Crowley spoke again. Bastard, she thought. Dakini had fought by his command, the least he could do was offer a word of encouragement. Not that she felt any sympathy for the Arabian, just that Crowley could at least be civil to his own kind, if not to others. Her smirk was turned into a scowl entirely as he addressed her.
She was really, truly, well and freaking done with this blustering fool.
"Says the horse who was too afraid to fight me himself." she shot back, scorn and venom almost dripping from her words. "Next time we meet? Alright. Just make sure you come alone so I can kick your gelded rear from here to the southern seashore without any interference. Or is that too much to ask of you?" She gave a disdainful snort as he gestured for Dakini to follow. Despite her fierce words, the way she winced with each breath she took betrayed the pain that had set in. She hoped the Throat had a few good healers, otherwise she'd be in for a slow and sore recovery.
"blah blah blah."
"WHAT IS THIS GYPSY MAGIC SH*T?!"
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Thanks for the good times, and no hard feelings for the bad times.
Vicer and Aryel's new threads never happened.
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[BASIN] Broken into Pieces [Joining, OPEN]
